“I answer the door when I’m expecting someone.”
Telephone, same thing.
And if the Count’s counters won’t leave you alone, tell them: “It’s in the mail.”
That sounds better than “Kiss my arse.”
Let me clarify my statement. I don’t answer the door unless I’m expecting someone. Except in late March...early April and late September...early October.
That’s when those little creeps with the clipboards and backpacks from the Sierra Club come pounding on doors, looking for a signature and my $$$.
I’m always ready for them as I throw the door open wildly with my S&W model 66 strapped to my waist in its holster.
All of a sudden, they don’t want to talk to me.....